Vestibule Poems - Poems about Vestibule

.... "okay okay" I were there mine eyne pop'd i felt the h......

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... ~ Dressed in almond taffeta, a salted evening throw With satin slipper grenadine, where crystal glasses flow I dreamt of Tawny Evermore, her hair a fired flame And songs now ......

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...She'd been staring at me since I can recall. A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth. Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady, and why do......

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...All became purview in her constant gaze ~ eyes that followed, no matter my corner, nor settee where fleur-de-lis begged recline ~ and, no peace was found in voyeuristic laze. Even in the vestibul......

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.... When I wuz little Kidz in school would say i wuz ugh uh we my teeph were straight hair alwayz dude i were fas......

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... The Echo Of Stars Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom this rose made of warm inside a heated hand * Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces ......

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...I feel like, Laying my tears to sleep, Letting the liquid, Dispense and weep: As a river, Meets estuary; And the water, Producing sea –......

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...timing is everything pretty much anytime anyhow anyplace morning noon or evening whatever the birth date no matter the season or how tight the G-string victu......

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...Alarm bells ringing an exit of vestibule intended ruse......

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...Heaven I’ve began to envision the realm of dreams, where your weight is in the presence of the stars that gilsen oh so bright, Such a rocky start to how this began, with mustard size faith clench......

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...From the miniscule, to the grand vestibule, Balancing forces are summoned to equate. Where one seems to create more distance, The other looks to attract and deflate. Just as water......

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..."What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . " Quote by_Constance La France BLANK PAGES OF A DOORMAT a touch of emotion is what......

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...The preacher showed up late. The congregation sat Confused, uneasy Left alone With each other. A baby cried A sparrow chirped In the choir loft The old organ sighed. An old woman stood ......

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...A chilly mist hung in the air that Sunday morning in April when I pulled up in front of Harpers Grove Community Church. The gravel parking lot was rapidly filling up, and folks, nodding cordially to ......

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...iPhone Maniacs crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels white nylo......

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